flipping out and uggh-ed out
I want to play the violin in the middle of the night and then scream back at whoever would complain. I want to bash the violin against the wall and then count how many shards are longer than my fingers and then rearrange the pieces and the strings into funny pictures.
I wish I knew somebody else who was depressed so that I wouldn' be asked if I was sad by someone who didn' know any better. I am not sad. I'm ughh-ed out.
I miss spending an entire weekend with people who I respect, genuinely like, and find witty and funny.
I would love to do this again: get so inebriatd that I would make out and dance with boys and girls in a bar and then wake up in a cute guy's condo somewhere in Manila.
And an insecure part of me secretly desires that I didn't know the reason why the video for Blue October's Hate Me makes me cry every single fucking time.
A constant and healthy sense of Gratitude is the only other thing stopping me from tipping over; but, I miss my self.
I
don't
know
what
the
fuck
is
wrong
I wish I knew somebody else who was depressed so that I wouldn' be asked if I was sad by someone who didn' know any better. I am not sad. I'm ughh-ed out.
I miss spending an entire weekend with people who I respect, genuinely like, and find witty and funny.
I would love to do this again: get so inebriatd that I would make out and dance with boys and girls in a bar and then wake up in a cute guy's condo somewhere in Manila.
And an insecure part of me secretly desires that I didn't know the reason why the video for Blue October's Hate Me makes me cry every single fucking time.
Click to viewA constant and healthy sense of Gratitude is the only other thing stopping me from tipping over; but, I miss my self.
I
don't
know
what
the
fuck
is
wrong